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“I don’t see how my cycle is any business of theirs.” I stiffen.

“It’s information they need. If I don’t supply them with that information, you might be putting yourself in line for another spanking.”

“About nine days ago,” I say begrudgingly.

“Thank you. Some battles you will just not win when it comes to them. Remember that, darling girl.”

While Veronica draws the bath for me—she insists on doing it for me—I slip into the hidden shower cubicle of the enormous bathroom and lather myself up. I take great pains to make sure there’s no evidence left of what Mason did to me.

But every accidental touch and every heavy spray of water from the handheld shower head reminds me of their touch, and fresh wetness gathers at the entrance of my pussy.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt this tired in my life. But then, I hadn’t met three arrogant, bossy crime lords before, either. I haven’t had to play a series of bobby-trap games where my life was at risk at every corner. And if I wasn’t at risk of dying, other licentious things were happening to me.

I’ve never had my virginity taken, and now I can't, for the life of me, erase every single sensation of them being inside me that sits in my head and consumes me. I can’t stop myself from reliving the feeling, the pain, and the wondrously curious need inside me they invoked. It’s the same with the feeling of coming around them and knowing they could feel it too.

I’ve never been spanked before. I’ve never had someone put their fingers in my butt with honey butter. Dear god.

And I’ve never been married before, but here I am, seemingly stuck to them for god knows how long. When will they decide to end their vengeance on Kirill Yenin and release me?

Veronica has laid out a pair of silk pajamas for me, and I don’t argue with her because I basically have nothing of my own to wear.

“All you have to do today is stay in bed, read, watch some trashy TV, and rest.”

That’s all I can do since she just re-informed me that I’m not allowed to leave the house unless I am doing so with one of my three husbands.

Essentially, I’m a prisoner, and there’s nothing I can do about it for now. One glance outside onto the massive land on which the palatial house stands tells me there are guards everywhere preventing me from leaving. There’s even a bodyguard standing outside my bedroom door.

I went looking for a fairytale and ended up with a nightmare.

Chapter Twenty

Livia

“Oh my god, Livia,” Faith shouts in my ear. “I can’t believe it. You leave to go and find some cottage that proves the three bears really existed, and now you’re married to the CEOs of Ursid Enterprises? Can you see how nuts this is? Oh. My. God. I can’t believe it. I just can’t believe it. It’s as romantic as the original story with Goldenia and her three bears. You’re married,” she says in wonder again. “Gosh, married. Was it love at first sight for you too? Are you okay?”

“What? Is that what they told you? Love at first sight?”

“Yes. They knew immediately you were their Goldenia, just with dark hair and dark eyes—”

“No, I’m not okay, Faith,” I say somberly, despite having had the best bath ever, a meal prepared by a world-class chef, and lying in a luxurious bed in silk pajamas. “And no, it wasn’t love at first sight. They married me against my will. They forged my signature on a marriage contract, and no court in the world is going to believe me.”

“Wait, hold on. What are you saying?”

“I’m saying they kidnapped me and married me against my will, Faith.”

“What? Are you hurt? I’m calling the cops right now—”

“No, don’t. I’m fine, and the cops won’t be able to help me. Faith, they don’t only run Ursid Enterprises. They also run an organized crime syndicate. They’re the heads. The crime bosses. They’re the most powerful men in the world. The police won’t be able to help me.”

“Livia, what is going on?”

“I don’t know,” I say, sucking up my tears. The time for feeling sorry for myself is over. “But I’m going to escape. I just don’t know how.”

“They told me I could visit you anytime I wanted and that you could come see me any time you wanted.”

“That might be true, but trust me, I won’t be coming alone if I come to see you. The house I’m in has guards everywhere I look. There’s a guard outside the bedroom where I sleep.”

“Fuck. I’m coming to get you, and no one is going to stop me.”

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